Dinner Time

One of my favourite times of the day is dinner time.
I look forward to it from about 2pm and save my appetite.
I really love food. Particularly a good steak with beer batter fries, salad and a lager. Mmmm... Bliss. Or roast lamb with plenty of tasty veges - can be any medley as long as it includes kumara. I also thoroughly enjoy anything with chicken. Dinner <3
 I love having dinner with people. I love spending time with the ones that I care about over a delicious meal. It's a time of closeness and laughter. It's a time of silliness and happiness. It makes my day.

Psalm 23 says that God prepares a table for us. He performs customs of honour and invite. He wants to hang out with us. I mean, it's obviously an analogy, God's not literally going to make us all a big meal.... But He wants to spend time with us and refresh us, to give us what we need. And when we're with Him in Heaven we can feast with Him. That's pretty darn cool if you ask me.
I've been reflecting on this and wrote a song about it. God wants to make my day. He wants to be silly with me and make me laugh. He wants to give me what I need. RAD.

This song basically talks about shifting tables. From the table of nothingness and lifelessness to God's table.
The chorus is kind of like conversation with God. Then the second chorus is kinda joining with Him in inviting other people to eat with us. There's hope in Him. I choose to eat with Him.

So here's a really average recording of the song that I did on my dictaphone which was sitting on top of my piano - hence the obnoxiously loud piano. Ignore the mistakes haha, kinda tricky to make it perfect in one take with a tired, overused voice. But you get the idea. So here's the vid and lyrics are below. Oh and the picture is the view from my dining room window. Eat with us?

Lyrics:

I won't sit at your table

anymore.
'Cause all I ate was death,
and all you offered me
was lifelessness.
Now I've been invited
to sit with the Author.
He anoints my head
with the finest of oils.
Now I've been invited
to dine with the Author.
He washes my feet.

There is hope in surrender,
in life that is offered -
it's Yours for mine
it's mine for Yours

There is hope in surrender,
in life that is offered -
it's beauty for ashes,
love for hate.

There is hope in surrender,
in Your life that is offered -
it's dancing for mourning,
boldness from shame.

There is hope in Jesus,
in the life that is risen,
it's love for the broken,
freedom from chains.


Love and peace
Christy

Barbies and GI Joes

Man, it's difficult knowing what to write in the first 'official' post. I suppose I should let you know a little about my life story so far. I'm not sure if that's what people normally write about, but who wants to be normal?! Snore!

I was born in Timaru in 1990. And yes, I do regret not being born in the '80s.
I am the daughter of Steve and Gill. I am the sister of Josh and Kate. I am the youngest child by 5 years.
We moved to Christchurch in 1991 after a long 6 months of my life.
I am glad we moved because Christchurch is definitely home for me.
I grew up in a Christian family and naturally formed my own opinion of God and my own relationship with Him.
I was a very happy child for the most part. I enjoyed playing with barbies & G.I.Joes. Hand bags & matchbox cars. Putting on make-up & going hunting. Playing with Granny's necklaces & 4WDing. I guess you could say I was well-rounded. I always loved the two extremes - extremely girly and extremely boyish.

There are some fantastic things about being the youngest in the family:
1.Your parents have had practice on the older children.
For example: they tried disciplining Josh with the switch after hearing from some twit that it was an effective parenting tool. Thankfully, they saw his reaction and never used it again. They also tried being super healthy - needless to say, using wholemeal for fairy bread at Josh and Kate's birthday parties didn't exactly go down well with their guests.

2.You have siblings you can go to for advice.
My brother and sister have counselled me through some really tough decisions by giving me honest opinions and advice.

3.You can get away with anything because you're the 'cute' one. You can also ask for things that may be denied your older, less cute siblings. I never actually feel I got away with more than Josh and Kate because I had such a guilty conscience that I would turn myself in if I even thought about doing something naughty. I did however, experience the latter (ask and ye shall receive). My sister Kate, being the wise youngen she was, often used this to her advantage. She would tell me to ask Mum if we could have KFC for dinner, knowing that Mum couldn't refuse my twinkling eyes and gappy smile.

There are a few things that suck about being the youngest though...
1. Missing out on great experiences that your family had before you were born. My family's trip to Rarotonga in 1989 is the bane of my existence.

2. When your sib's move out of home and you're the last one with no one to play with when it snows.

ANYHOW....
Getting back to my life ....
I went to Middleton Grange School. I was going to go to Bank's Ave which was just around the corner from our house in Shirley but I decided I wanted to be like my sis and go to MGS.
It was pretty much amazing. I was succeeding in life. I was enjoying life. I was doing reasonably well academically apart from reading, which I'm still working on eh Von?;) THEN
SUDDENLY
I broke my left knee cap. I was 9. We were doing long jump practice and hadn't warmed up... I took off, and my incredibly strong muscles (it's genetic) broke my knee clean in two. I heard it click and break in the air. I landed in complete agony. That changed my life a bit. I had surgery to put it back together with nails and wire. My leg was in a brace for 3 months but I still had a lot of trouble with my knee for years to come - pain, stiffness, weakness, floating bone particles etc and it still affects me occasionally! Only really if it's bent up for too long or if I'm playing a high agility sport. Anyway, as you can imagine, without much exercise, I became a chubby kid. I suppose I hit my first real personal hurdle in life: how do I learn to love the person that I am and get over how I feel about myself? This became something that I have battled with for years. But I choose to hear God's voice saying that I am "...fearfully and wonderfully made." above peoples' expectation and above my own disappointment.

I'll save the rest of my story for other posts... Got some juicy stuff you'll want to hear about.
I really want to expand a bit on learning to love yourself.
It's been a long, hard journey with a heck of a lot of mountains and valleys. I have finally learnt to love the person that God has made me. But no I'm not perfect, not even close.
There are a few main things that I think have lead to this point:

1.the knowledge that God made me for a purpose. The fact that He cares for me no matter what I do, say or look like helps me to realise that who I am is worth loving. Because of that, I can share His love with other people and love them regardless of what they do, say or look like.

2. positive affirmations. My sister encouraged me to look in the mirror every morning and tell myself that I accept myself and love myself. To pick out some things that I like about myself and compliment myself. Repeating truth that you know in your head makes you realise that truth in your heart.

3. get around people that pick you up not pull you down. Re-evaluate your friendships.

Love and peace
Christy

soap and water

I've been battling with the urge to start a blog for months. I wanted a place to empty my brain but was afraid that whatever I wrote would end up sounding dumb and unreadable. But hey, here we are... Probably sounding dumb. Sometimes life is just more fun when you let go of your pride and share the spazzy being that you are with the World. So here I am World! Feeling a little vulnerable and extremely spaz.

The name of my blog is soap and water. A few reasons for that:
1. I like the way it sounds
2. I want to write about things that matter - hygiene matters!
3. My blog will always be clean

So why not start my first real post now? Let's cut the cr*p (told you it would stay clean) and get down to the nitty gritty.

Actually, I'm going to start a fresh new post.

BYE!
Christy